Take a trumpet, herald; Ride thou unto the horsemen on yond hill;If they will fight with us, bid them come downOr void the field; they do offend our sight.If they'll do neither, we will come to themAnd make them skirr away as swift as stonesEnforced from the old Assyrian slings;Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have,And not a man of them shall we takeThat shall taste our mercy.Go and tell them so.

Henry V, Act IV, scene vii

The high cost of battle

"I'm sent to warn the neighbors, He isn't a mile behind;He sweeps up all the horses, every horse that he can find;Morgan, Morgan the raider, and Morgan's terrible men;With bowie knives and pistols, are galloping up the glen..."